The city lights stretch as far as the eyes could see.
The tall buildings dwarf our bodies.
Instantly making us feel lonely & lost,
& a little afraid of our future.
Inside the bus on the way to our apartment,
I pull out my worn copy of The Great Gatsby;
& wonder if we are thinking the same thoughts
But I remember your bad taste in books,
& laugh to myself.
Then you start to fall asleep, your head falls
on the crook of my shoulder.
I could hear Leonard Cohen's psalms
blasting through your headphones
& remember how we got here.
Created: May 21, 2012mushr Document Media